Archivi del mese: gennaio 2013

Wonderful Woody

Woody Allen’s clarinet

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Guatemalan woman

Guatemalan woman

“Beauty is being in harmony with what you are” (“La bellezza è essere in armonia con ciò che si è”)

– Peter Nivio Zarlenga –

Photo taken at Santiago Atitlán, Guatemala, in 2011, Nov 8.

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An insult

An insult

An insult to the democratic conscience of Italy.

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Ma il cielo è sempre più blu…

“Ma il cielo è sempre più blu”, by Rino Gaetano

“Who lives in a hut, who toiles for the wage, who loves love and glory dreams, who steals a pension, who has a poor memory, who eats only once, who makes target-shooting, who wants a raise, who plays at Sanremo (casino), who wears glasses, who’s run over by a train, who loves his aunt, who goes to Porta Pia, who takes for granted, who as soon as he finds…
But the sky is bluisher and bluisher, but the sky is bluisher and bluisher…
Who dreams of money, who gambles, who plays with the wire, who feigned ignorance, who works as a peasant, who sweeps courtyards, who steals, who struggles, who blabbed out…
But the sky is bluisher and bluisher, but the sky is bluisher and bluisher…
Who’s employed at the mint, who misfired, who goes through inner crisis, who digs into hearts, who reads hands, who rules like a king, who sweats, who struggles, who eats only once, who misses his home, who lives alone, who gets very little, who risks with the fire, who lives in Calabria, who lives on love, who made war, who takes the bus number sixty, who reaches the age of eighty, who dies at work…
But the sky is bluisher and bluisher, but the sky is bluisher and bluisher…
Who’s a policy holder, who’s been fined, who owns and is owned, who goes to the chemist’s, who’s green with envy or jealousy, who’s wrong or right, who is Napoleon, who shouts “Stop thief!”, who has the antitheft device, who made a beautiful painting, who writes on the wall, who reacts on instinct, who lost, who won, who eats only once, who wants a raise, who changes the boat happy and pleased, who as soon as he finds, who all in all, who dreams of money, who gambles, who leaves for Beirut and has one billion in his pocket, who’s been fined, who hates terroni, who sings Prevert, who imitates Baglioni, who works as a peasant, who blabbed out, who’s green with envy or jealousy, who reads hands, who sells amulets, who writes poems, who hauls in the net, who eats potatoes, who has got one too many, who only sometimes, who every night…
But the sky is bluisher and bluisher, but the sky is bluisher and bluisher…

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The left

Today is a month to the Italian general election. My vote will go to a left-wing party named “Sinistra Ecologia Libertà” (“SEL”).

(Oggi manca un mese alle elezioni politiche italiane. Il mio voto andrà a un partito di sinistra, “Sinistra Ecologia Libertà”, SEL)

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Melting snow

Melting snow

“Where does the white go when the snow melts?” (“Dove va il bianco quando la neve si scioglie?”)

– Hugh Kieffer –

– From a bus window in Liverpool.
Da un finestrino di un autobus a Liverpool –

Photo taken in 2013, January 20, in Liverpool.

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And something is shining still…

And something is shining still, through the sunny pages and the shady ones, while I sweep away your name from a brand-new life, makes in your reasons and my alibis, makes in your good reasons and my alibis.
An old showy gipsy woman told my fortunes, and I’m bound to win, but I’d better be on my way, don’t trust this kind of things. Had I been just a little younger, I’d have destroyed them with my fantasy.
Now I know you got somebody else to kiss your famous lips, you will just blend his face with mine, but now you’ve got five aces, you must deal, you can’t await, because you’re tired and it’s getting late, because you’re lonely and it’s getting very late.
Sweet virgin angel, sweet rimmel venus on your way I remember well that night I needed for you to stay, just like a photograph, the way you smiled and didn’t say.
And those days have gone, winter time is knocking at my door, I still can make up while you play, and play that craft, all that I wanted was to held some more, oh, I get nothing, that’s enough.
Now I need somebody else to kiss your fancy lips, you’re gonna blend his face with mine, but I don’t mind, but now you’ve got five aces, you must deal, you can’t waste your time, because you’re tired and it’s your last dine, because you’re lonely and that’s your last dine…

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